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Show THE SPIRIT ROSEBUD. Baby Is dead-speak low, step Ilgtalj Howtranqtielisherrestl Her tiny hand were placad last ulgnt Upon her waxen breast And when the morn broke calm and brif 61, And deep was our despair, Wo gazed upon ber face eo white, And saw a sweet smile there. ' TfejftnourninK mother Bobbed aloud TVs she her darling scanned; And while each head in sorrow bowe4 6he fixed within its hand A tiny rosebud, fresh and sweet. Which round its perfume shed. "This, this," sho moaned, "is emblem meet For my dear, precious dead!" Kext day, while sorrowing neighbors stood Holding sweet flowers of spring, The tiny rosebud, red as blood, Showed signs of opening. And ers the funeral rite were through Each mourner in the room Thriilcd with astonishment to view The bud burst in full bloom. The clergyman, with trembling volos And deep emotion, said: "Rejoice, my sorrowing friends, rejoicel The baby is not dead :. . God, in his loving tenderness. This token sweet has given, That she who budded in dint rem Is blooming now in heaven !" Francis S. Smith in New York Weekly, |